After divorce I am a billionaire
Chapter 430 Miss Lyra, can you feel at ease?

Hearing her ask about her face, the girl covered her bandaged cheek.

"Hello, Miss Lyra, my name is Lola Dean. The left side of my face was caused by me. I fell downstairs two days ago. Miss Lyra, please don't worry. It will definitely not affect my working hours and this will be healed soon."

Her voice was hoarse and unpleasant to hear, which was a bit harsh.

Lyra wrapped her arms around the baby, patting and coaxing gently. Quickly, she did not look at her, "You're not suitable. You can leave."

Chad wanted to take the girl away.

The girl didn't move and asked reluctantly, "Miss Lyra, you don't even test whether I'm qualified. You don't want to hire me because of my face? So you're just judging people by their appearance?" Lyra wrinkled her brows slightly and raised her eyes to watch her again.

Chad sensed Lyra's anger and hurried to pull the girl away, "What are you talking about!? I have never seen such an unreasonable job applicant! You think this is the only reason? Don't use excessive standards to attack others!"

The girl was pulled by him and moved two steps towards the door.

Lyra, who was on the bed, finally spoke, "There are four reasons that I don't want to hire you."

"Your voice is too unpleasant to hear. It tends to scare the babies."

"The way you look at me is not humble."

"You have a sharp and unapproachable look in your eyes."

"And the most important one, your appearance is not attracted to me. I do not like you, so I do not need to test you."

Her tone was calm and sharp, as if discussing an ordinary thing.

Chad asked, "Do you heard it all? Are you ready to leave?"

Lola had to turn around and leave, and when she reached the door, she suddenly looked back and asked with an affected smile, "Miss Lyra, are you feeling at ease?"

She didn't need Chad to yell at her and consciously went downstairs to leave.

Chad stood still, was confused for a second, and quickly apologized to Lyra, "I'm sorry. Next time I'll be more vigilant and won't bring in all the oddballs."

Lyra didn't care much and continued to take care of Molly who was in her arms.

The girl's words before she left suddenly occurred in her mind without warning, and then replayed over and over again.

Just now, Lola's last look...

She suddenly realized something and looked cautiously at Chad, "Quick! Go after that girl just now and make sure to bring her back!" "Okay, Lyra!"

Chad immediately became serious, turned his head and ran out.

Lyra, suddenly feeling unease, hurriedly called Malcolm who was working in his study.

"Rara?"

"Where's Spencer?"

Malcolm looked at the sleeping baby in his arms, "He's here. What's wrong?"

Lyra breathed a sigh of relief, "Nothing. Just keep busy."

She hung up the phone and gazed out the window.

Hopefully, she was overthinking it.

Fifteen minutes later, Chad returned.

"I can't replace her. She walks very fast and disappears as soon as she goes out of Lyre Spiti. I have checked the surveillance. I can't see her as well. She knows all the dead zones of the cameras." In the room, the atmosphere was cold.

Lyra pondered for a moment.

She knew to take the blind spot of the camera's view. Was it intentional, or unintentional?

"Which babysitting center does she come from? Go check her work file. Be careful and thorough. You must replace her. I want to question her personally."

"Yes, rest assured."

At night, the two babies slept in the middle of the king-size bed, separating Lyra and Malcolm distantly on either side.

Malcolm got the babies to sleep from time to time, and occasionally glanced at Lyra who was on the other side of the bed, but saw her staring absentmindedly at Molly. No one knew what she was thinking. "Rara?"

He called softly.

Lyra didn't respond.

He instantly got a little aggrieved.

These two babies not only separated him and Rara when sleeping, but also took away a large part of Rara's love.

"Rara, what's on your mind?"

He reached out with his long arm, crossed the middle "lines" and carefully poked Lyra's arm.

Lyra then reacted and asked, "What's wrong?"

Malcolm wrinkled his brows and whispered in grievance, "I was going to ask you what's wrong ..."

"Mel, the more I think about that babysitter Chad brought in today, the stranger I felt." She lowered her eyes in thought and her expression was serious.

"What's going on?" Malcolm quickly became serious as well.

Lyra went over the day's event with Malcolm, not missing a single detail.

Malcolm listened to her and sounded grim, "So, you suspect that the nanny today could be Ethel?"

"It just felt familiar and the words she said before she left were so strange. But when I think about it, there was a lot that didn't feel like Ethel."

Malcolm patted her arm and softly reassured, "Then don't think about it. Chad will replace her. It's just a matter of time."

She nodded her head.

After another interval, his hand still rested on her arm, not only that, but also indulged in gently pinching the flesh of her arm.

Lyra turned her head to look at him, "What are you doing?"

He smiled. Looking at her expectantly, he said in soft voice, "Honey, I haven't slept with you in my arms for many days. Can you let me hold you tonight?"

"What about them? Where are you going to let them sleep? What if they fall at night if I sleep with you in your arms?"

They were tormenting little guy!

He pressed down his inner mania and whispered, "Gotta hurry up and replace a babysitter to free me sooner!"

Lyra laughed, "Mel, it's time to change the diaper."

The next day, Chad went to check the identity of Lola.

It was Fifteen who went to do the babysitting thing.

After what happened yesterday, Lyra made a special request.

The nanny should be middle-aged or older, have had many experiences with children, and look honest.

In the afternoon, it was not Chad or Fifteen that entered Lyre Spiti.

Instead, it was the Lloyd Group's executive, Jonathan Fulton.

He was dedicated to the group and was the first to endorse Lyra's decisions in many previous general meetings.

Lyra was very impressed with him.

When Jonathan walked into the bedroom, Lyra was leaning against the bed and holding Molly in her arms.

Whenever Molly was in her arms, Molly was not fussing and quiet.

Jonathan stood distantly by the door, smiling and congratulating her, "Miss Lyra, congratulations. The twins is a real blessing."

"Thanks." Lyra replied and went straight to the point, "Mr. Jonathan, what can I help you?"

Jonathan didn't squirm and quickly explained his intention, "It's about the future succession of the Lloyd Group. I wonder what are you planning to do in the future?"

Lyra: "What do you mean?"

"When your father was still alive, it was said that the succession of the Lloyd family in the future would be passed on to women, not men. Now you have given birth to twins. Is there no preparation for your daughter?"

Lyra understood his meaning, "You are here to let me determine the future successor in advance. Molly is still young, so it would be too early to give her the burden of the Lloyd Group's succession."

Jonathan laughed, "The reason why you need to plan early is that your daughter will soon be registered. If you have considered making your daughter the heiress of the Lloyd Group in the future, then she must not have the surname White."